The Ancients

In the time before time, before matter, before magic and knights and cataclysms alike, there were three entities known as the Ancients.   The Ancient of Flesh was responsible for creating all life on the mortal plane. Her hand was gentle and shaped each race in order for them to flourish.   The Ancient of Judgement saw to it that each of the races had the intellect and self-governance to make decisions in their world, and to shape it as their own without their assistance   The third and final Ancient was the most powerful of them all. The Ancient of Ether created the stars in the sky, the ground at your feet and the very air that you breath. He was incredibly selfish over his creations and when the Ancients of Flesh and Judgement created the races of the world, the Ancient of Ether was furious.   He threatened to destroy all they had created to prevent the mortals from tainting his creation.   It took the combined might of his brother and sister to stop him. They sealed him away in a prison of their own making, in the empty void between stars, forever wandering the endless black sea. Having used much of their power to seal their brother away, the Ancients of Flesh and Judgement embraced and formed the moon where they could keep watch over their children and the void until time immemorial   It is said that as long as magic existed, the veil that separated the mortal realm from the Ether's prison would never break.